One January Morning, Part 13
What was going to happen when the morning was over? What disaster would befall poor Morgan’s world when the clock struck noon? Well, nothing more or less than the end of the world, of course. A cataclysm of deviant proportions was making its way toward Earth at that very second: an armada of the greenest, globbiest aliens you could imagine (and I know what you can imagine, you sick so-and-so).
Only one thing could stop them: a fully armed and operational Brethren Court. Of which the Dread Pirate Roberts was a member, you see. And now, I hope you’ll understand why Morgan was as Morgan was, and that she did all that all she did with no more lofty goal than to try and save the world.
To be continued…